With both kids asleep and the house in decent order, I decided to take a bath this afternoon at 3:30. I can't remember the last time I had such quiet surrounding me. Especially in the middle of a weekday. Anyway, I realized my legs were in dire need of shaving so I began the arduous task and immediately heard the Lord ask me: "How often do you shave for your husband?" Um, yeah, so the length of the hair is probably some indication but I instantly realized it was certainly more about my heart than my legs. Thus began the gentle list of questions:
- How often do I make my husband's favorite meal? (Do I know what it is?)
- Is my house more in order for guests than my own husband & family?
- Do I wear more make-up and hair product for play dates (church, work, etc) than for my husband?
- Is my weight loss motivated by my husband's delight or my selfish vanity?
- Are my words the most kind to first my husband, and then my kids, and then others? Or is it the other way around?
- How often do I smile at my husband?
I heard this story where a family built the most extravagant mansion with all the finest materials. They filled the first floor with expensive decorations, furniture, and upscale design. They could entertain and impress the richest of folk. However, if you made your way upstairs, you would discover empty rooms, bare walls, and incomplete construction. The house was simply a facade of wealth, the rooms downstairs created to impress strangers & outsiders, while the upstairs was in disrepair.
As a wife, I want my most treasured efforts to be first for my husband and then for my kids. I want the wealth of God's kingdom, the depths of grace and kindness, and the beauty and appreciation of life to be wasted on my husband. To spend all of myself on his honor, his standing, and to live for his success. To exhaust myself on my children's understanding of God and their love for people and bringing justice to broken places.
Brad and I are building a house together. On a foundation of truth and righteousness, pillars of integrity and character surround us. A lot of this responsibility is mine, a gift from God to create a home where my family flourishes. In fact, that was part of the commit I made to Brad on our wedding day. I hope the woman Brad married more than four years ago is more pleasing, attractive, and generous today than in July of 2004.
Let's give our best to our husbands.